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Sometimes when my boss is leaving my office, I point my pencil at his back and whisper to myself, "Wingardium leviosum."

Nothing yet, but I keep trying.

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When someone rudely leaves their shopping cart in the middle of the aisle and walks away for a bit, I'll put other items in there. The more embarrassing the better, like Depends or Compound W.

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It makes me mad when I can't find something - like my shoe or my wallet or my checkbook. So when I do eventually find the missing item, I hurt it. I'll grind into it with my boot. Or I'll slap it around a bit. Sometimes I'll even spit on it. Anything to cause it pain and humiliation.

But these items never seem to learn the lesson. They always go missing again.

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